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His groan is swallowed by me, and the evidence that my seduction is working is pressing against the zipper of his pants.
“I want you to ride me, Ruby,” he says in between kisses. “I want you to ride me until you come all over my cock.”
And there he is, the man I crave. The man who’s confident in what he says, in how he feels, in the way he touches me.
With some fancy maneuvering, I take off my shorts and start to unbuckle Bodi’s pants. The strength in his thighs lifts us both up as he shimmies his pants down, freeing his cock which is hard as ever, lying against his stomach.
He fists himself and starts to pump. My mouth goes dry as I watch in fascination, his strong hand squeezing himself as he stares at my breasts. A little shot of pre-cum forms at the tip of his head, and my mouth begins to water. He’s getting close.
“Sit up on your knees and take me, Ruby,” he commands. “All of me.”
One to follow directions, I do as I’m told. The tip of his cock rests at my entrance, stabilized by Bodi’s hand. His thumb momentarily connects with my clit and applies pressure, sending a wave of heat and tingles throughout my body.
“Oh God,” I moan, loving the sensation of his cock playing with my entrance and his thumb applying exactly the right pressure.
Taking the head of his cock, he moves it in a circle at the tip of my entrance, teasing me with his thumb and his dick in the most delicious way possible. I hold on to his shoulders as my body starts to quake.
“Are you going to come, Ruby?”
I bite on my bottom lip and nod my head.
“Didn’t I tell you I wanted you to come all over my cock?” His domineering words drip with a sexy undertone, sending my mind into a haze.
“Yes,” I breathlessly answer.
“Then fuck my cock, Ruby. Ride me, baby.”
Removing his hand from his dick and his thumb from my clit, he holds on to my hips and pushes me down, filling me completely. This is the first time in this position.It’s incredible.I’ve never felt this full, this consumed by one man. My legs slide farther apart, taking in a little more until my ass is resting on his thighs.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says into my ear, his lips nibbling on my lobe. “Everything about you, Ruby. Just perfect.”His voice. So deep. Like velvet. Smooth and soft, yet strong.
Encouraging me to move, his hands start to rock my hips until I take over, setting the pace. When he’s happy with my movement, he starts to work his way up to my breasts where he uses his dexterous fingers to pluck at my nipples.
“Yes, more.”
“I love when you tell me what you want.” He then proceeds to roll my nipples between his index finger and thumb, pulling at the same time, teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure.
I steady myself on his shoulders as my impending orgasm creeps up my spine. Every nerve ending focuses on our connection, a slow burn building inside me, waiting for Bodi to take it.
“Touch me,” I say, out of breath.
“I am. Be more specific, Ruby. What do you want?”
“Press on my clit, Bodi.”
“That’s my girl.”
His girl.
That’s all I ever want to be.His.
The second he presses on my clit, I fall over as white-hot pleasure rips through me. My head falls back, a moan escaping me, my walls contracting around him. Bodi is pumping vigorously into me, his hands on my hips now holding me steady until I hear him groan.
“Fuck. So fucking good.” His hips continue to move but slow down as he comes down from his orgasm with me.
For some reason I want to cry.
I want to throw my arms around him and sob into his shoulder from the euphoria and torment coursing through me.How can I feel both at the same time?This man consumes me.I thought I’d lost him.And no matter what he might think of himself, he’s the one who’s perfect. He’s the one who is perfectly broken in all the right ways.
